MTL - First Player-Chapter 21 twenty

   Chapter 21 Chapter Twenty "Is it the antidote?"

"team leader!"

   "Brother Yang!"

  Besides him, his companions came up, and when they saw the black blood on Yang Changxu's arm, they almost lost their souls.

   "Brother Yang, how's it going? It's the blood of zombies, right?" cried the flat-headed guy.

   The flat-headed guy fell into the hands of the plundering gang from the first day, and he was dying. If Yang Changxu hadn't kicked open the hell-like door and pulled him behind him, he would have already lost his life.

   In this team, Yang Changxu is their beacon and the spiritual leader of the shelter. If he suddenly disappears...

  Yang Changxu endured the pain and opened his sleeves. The wound was rotten and ripped, and black blood was gradually seeping out.

   "The wound is in the upper limb, and it is too late for amputation. There is no way to save it." Instead of sighing, he raised a smile.

His palm patted the shoulder of the young man who was about to cry: "What does it matter! After I clear this batch of materials, I will end it myself. I have a map of the area here. It's going to get dark. Go back quickly—everyone in the shelter, you're still waiting."

"team leader…"

   A black-haired woman came over and held Yang Changxu's hand:

   "It doesn't matter, there is still a chance. We are almost approaching the Central Hospital. There must be clues to remove the zombie poison... Isn't Lao Qin who was injured today also quarantined in the shelter for observation, he hasn't turned into a zombie..."

   "Oman!" Yang Changxu suddenly shouted coldly.

   "Yes!" The woman stood up straight and stretched her body, like a subconscious behavior.

"Now, immediately, bring supplies and rush back to the shelter!" His voice was very firm: "This zombie is not easy, I can't be your time bomb - this is an order, take these two students, go back immediately !"

  "..." The woman's cold and hard face softened slowly and slowly.

   "...Yes." She replied in a hoarse voice, giving her a respectful salute.

   The other two stood up one after another and silently saluted the man.

  …Even if you know you’re going to die, you’ll be an audience. Everything that can be felt is no different from real death.

   As long as they barely survived this first copy, during the intermission, they can freely choose whether to become a spectator or not.

   What's more, they don't know if death means real death, and they don't know if this is a joke of high-dimensional creatures. Early in the game, it's easy to lose the distinction between true and false death.

   They have never played online games, they have never been exposed to alien culture, they don't know what an infinite streaming game is, and they don't know what a fast pass is. They only know that it will be very painful to die, and that they may never wake up again.

  The barrage was condensed in a dull atmosphere, the surroundings were extremely quiet, only the zombies outside the window were roaring in a low voice.

   At this moment, Su Mingan came over.

   He glanced at Yang Changxu's wound: "Scratched?"

   "Well... I'm sorry, I shouldn't underestimate you before, thank you for your help, but I can't save me..." Yang Changxu sighed, and suddenly saw a bottle of purple liquid swaying in front of him.

   "Drink it." Su Ming'an said.

The flat-headed man on the side    squinted his eyes with an incomparably eager expectation: "Yes... is it the antidote?"

   Yang Changxu's slightly surprised eyes also fell on the boy in front of him.

   "It's hard to say." Su Ming'an said.

   "It's hard to say? What does that mean?" The woman wanted to come up with a little excitement, but a cold light suddenly flashed in front of her.

   Yueyue looked at her indifferently, the snow-colored long sword in her hand reflecting like a mirror.

  The woman subconsciously stepped back.

"If my guess is correct, it should be an antidote. If I'm wrong..." Su Mingan thought while pinching his chin, but before he could finish speaking, he saw Yang Changxu tilt his neck neatly and drink it directly. go down.

   "Team, Captain!" Oman hurriedly looked at him.

   "What happens if you guess wrong?" Yang Changxu let out a hearty laugh: "If it mutates into some other monster, let the little girl kill me, that sword is quite fast."

   "Don't talk nonsense..." Aman was still looking at him worriedly, when he suddenly saw that his wound was oozing black blood, gradually revealing a touch of red.

   "Cough, cough, cough!" Yang Changxu spat out a mouthful of black blood.

   In everyone's worried and expectant eyes, Yang Changxu slowly raised his head.

   The arm, which had tended to be blue and black, gradually oozes out the normal color red.

  …All the characteristics that tend to be zombies have completely disappeared.

   (end of this chapter)